Replay: Take Me Home Tonight Part II

She arrived at the restaurant before him, stood at the bar with her back to the door and casually flirted with the men who had the courage to approach her. She wondered if he’d recognize her and then felt a hand on her bare back. She turned around, amazed that some asshole had the balls to touch her without an invitation, and was surprised to see him, handsome, stylish, and arrogant as hell. A smile crossed her lips and she bent forward to kiss his cheek. “Hi…,” she said coyly, making sure her breath reached his ear. Their embrace was brief but he caught a whiff or her clean yet dirty sensual smell and began to feel his cock harden under the stare of her eyes on his crotch.
Walking the distance as if she were on the runway, they followed the maitre d’ to their table on the terrace. She could feel his eyes burning a hole into her thighs and ass, and causally turned to look behind her. Catching him lusting, she winked at him and grabbed his hand. She surprised herself thinking already about the pipe in his pants and how long they would have to banter back and forth before they could move on to the real reason they were here.
Dinner was a mixture of cat and mouse, dog and bitch. They laughed and carefully accommodated each other making sure not to threaten the integrity of the rapport they’d built so far. They appreciated the view and the moist ocean air, good food and nice music, but were noncommittal and absolutely unforgiving in their attempt at establishing dominance and determining control. Finally, she slipped the stiletto from her foot and moved to softly rub the inside of his thigh. She kept her expression engaged, as though his conversation interested her, while inching forward until her stockinged foot found his cock. It was already hard and she realized she couldn’t wait to pull it out and put it in her mouth. She’d swallowed him before and would do it again tonight.
“I want you to take me home,” she said, softening her expression to release a girlish grin. His eyes smiled and his lips parted, “I want to take you home…” She felt her whet pussy begin to saturate her panties and tightened her kegal to keep from leaving any evidence behind. She stood, and making sure to bend forward slightly, she caught him peeking down her top at her perky breasts and tight abs. The truth was he couldn’t wait to get her on her knees, spank her ass, fuck her senseless. He imagined his cock sliding through her tits as she pressed them together. He thought about bending her over, a fistful of her dark hair in his hand, and forcing his way in from behind. He wanted to hear her scream, hear her cry out in pain and pleasure, and finally hear her say her pussy was his.
Stumbling through the door of her suite, she threw her purse down, eyeing a place to get started and climbed onto the back of the divan. He watched from the doorway as she removed her top and unclasped her bra. She fingered him to come forward, and holding her breasts lovingly, she pinched her nipples, a slight grimace of pain on her face. She smiled as he knelt down in front of her, his hands resting on her thighs, his mouth nursing her left breast. Allowing him to suckle, she tasseled his hair, then grabbed a handful and yanked his head back. She kissed his mouth and delicately bit his lip. She hoped he could keep up with her and he hoped to cum inside her.
His mouth moved from her lips to her neck gradually heading south until they eventually found their way to the waistband of her skirt. He held her legs open and pushing the skirt aside, revealed her soaked black panties. He gently cupped her crotch with his hand, discovering the slit that revealed her bare pussy, and rubbed her lips firmly. She smiled and tossed her head back. He had her juices flowing now and entered her pink pussy with his middle finger. He used his thumb to caress her clit and asked for permission to taste her. She laughed and eagerly granted it, feeling him kiss and lick her clit, until finally entering the hole his finger discovered, with his tongue.
She played with her clit and tugged at the nipple on her left breast while he ate her out. His tongue was incredible, soft and gentle, yet firm and earnest. She would cum any second now and let her hands fall away allowing the waves of joy to wash in on her. She bucked at his tongue and cried out as she came, realizing he might be better than her husband. Her hand under his chin, she moved his face up towards hers and licked her cum from his lips, mouth, and chin. She felt his hands fondle her breasts and wondered how long she could keep up the foreplay before she was desperate for his cock inside her.
Moving to the floor she backed him up against the wall and kneeled before him. Her eyes glistening and soft she stared up at him as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his zipper, and let his trousers fall to the floor. She caressed the bulge in his underwear and used her teeth to lightly tickle his cock through the cloth. His pulsating pipe bobbed in front of her as he removed his underwear. She gripped it firmly at the base and licked, kissed, and swirled her tongue around his head. She opened wide and let him enter her throat. She let him fuck her mouth until he was close to cuming and then deliberately slowed the pace so she could lick and suck his shaft and balls. She used her hands now, double fisting his cock in a circular and backward motion. He groaned with excitement, grabbed his cock from her hands, and laughed joyfully as he took aim and unloaded on her tits. He graciously removed his shirt to wipe her clean as his white love dripped from her breasts and chest to her stomach.
She began to back away, smiling coyly. He saw the impishness in her and grabbed her arm swinging her around and pushing her face first onto the bed. She scrambled to get away, eager for him to chase, and as he clutched her hips with both hands she felt his cock ram up against her ass. Up on all fours she was determined to escape his grip but he held firm and yanked her panties down to her knees. He hadn’t entered her yet but leaned up against her, his cock touching her pussy lips and clit. “You’ve been a bad girl…,” he said and lightly spanked her ass. She smiled, but wanted him to hit her and hit her hard. “Bullshit!” she yelled and tried to maneuver under his grip. He raised his hand and made contact with her ass again, this time the sound surprised both of them and left a burning sensation and a red mark on her cheek. Now you’ve got it, she thought and forcefully tried again to pull away from him. This time he hit her like he meant it. Her abs tightened and her head hung low, the impact of the blow bringing tears to eyes. She groaned in pain and squirted her cum right onto the shaft of his cock.
Unsure if he’d really hurt her, he bent over her, lightly kissing her back and neck. She began to rock back and forth rubbing her swollen and soaked pussy lips on his cock. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and bringing her up to a kneeling position he reached in front of her, firmly gripped her breasts and entered her from behind. Surprised at his size and force, it felt like he was ripping through her, but she let him mount her, his head resting against her back as he ravaged her tight pussy. He pushed her onto all fours again, his hands guiding her hips back and forth along his pipe.
She slid onto it easily but felt his girth in her stomach and wondered if he had the upper hand? She buried her face on the bed and reached through her legs to finger her clit. He fucked her doggie style, banging her harder now, his balls smacking her clit, until she felt her kegal tighten. He felt it too and smiled, he was almost there. His cock gripped firmly by her pussy, she could not imagine it growing any larger that it was, but felt his head expand inside her, heard his grown of pleasure, and felt the release of his juice inside her.
Not to be out done, she gently but quickly moved up and off of his cock. She could see his disappointment at her dismount. Knowing he wanted to stay in her warm pussy a little longer,
she kissed his frown an
d suggested he lay back on the bed. He knew what was coming, and although he couldn’t remember the last time he came 3 times in one night, he congratulated himself, and resigned to her direction, letting her take over. She stood next to the bed and let her panties drop to the floor. She unzipped her skirt and slipped out of the stilettos.
She let him check her out, inspect her, sure that it had been a while since a naked girl who was not his wife was as eager to fuck him as she was. He admired how her stockings hugged her long legs and thin thighs. Moving his eyes directly to her naked pussy, he felt himself go hard again, resting his gaze on her ample breasts, her long hair cascading down around her shoulders, resting just inches above her nipples. He felt her kneel next to him on the bed. She smiled at him mischievously and as she brought her face close to his cock, he felt the gentle kissing of her lips on his erect pipe.
She straddled him on all fours and with her pussy hovering above his cock now, she leaned into him. Kissing his face with a tenderness he was sure she had not shown previously, she sucked his tongue and lips while he sniffed her scent. He caressed her breasts, thinking about how he could convince her to see him again. She sank her pelvis lower, gliding her whet lips across his stomach and the head of his cock made contact with her aching and swollen hole. She moved onto his pipe slowly, allowing herself to adjust to his size, and began to rock back and forth, slowly and gingerly kissing his neck and chest.
She anticipated she would fuck him, not make love to him, but he had surprised her with his powerful sexual intuition. She sat up slowly, positioning herself directly on top of his pipe. He put his hands behind his head and watched as she tugged at her nipples and let her head fall back. He reached forward grabbing her hips as she bucked her pelvis more quickly now, creating a friction they hadn’t managed yet. He pursed his lips as her ass and hips danced wildly on his cock, and reached forward to rub her clit with his thumb. She shot his hand away, glaring at him for touching her.
He was surprised at her sudden and annoyed block of pleasure, but watched as she licked her finger and began to play with her clit, realizing she knew how best to pleasure herself, and he could just enjoy the show. A smile and girlish laugh came from her face as her cum ran down his cock and he wondered how many times he would make her orgasm before this was over? Bringing her hands to his shoulders, she steadied herself and lifted her knees so her feet made contact with the bed, and began to slap her pussy on to his cock, hard and without notice of his groans of pleasure. She fucked him recklessly and without restraint, and after cuming harder than before, she changed positions.
Careful not to get off his cock, she lifted her left leg over his body, and then her right leg over his legs, turning 180 degrees so he saw her back as she sat on his pipe. He admired her ass, lightly grabbed and rubbed her cheeks, while watching her hair bounce as she rode him in reverse. She felt his head grow larger inside her, and knowing he was about to unload again, she moved forward off his cock and quickly spun around, managing to get every last drop of his cum in her mouth. She swallowed happily, mindful that she was drinking his power, and draining his urge to dominate her. He laughed out loud in pleasure, unsure of the last time he’d felt this great, and motioned for her to come lay next to him.
They slept for several hours, ravished form fucking, but calm with the satisfaction that only phenomenal sex can bring. She slept on her side, her ass to his crotch, his arm around her waist and hand warm under her breasts, their heads sharing a pillow. He woke up briefly and realized with defeat that he was more attracted to her now than ever. He kissed her shoulders and smelled her hair, unbelieving that he could become hard again. “Your body just won’t stop…,” he whispered into her ear and placing his hand on her hipbone, pulled her pelvis back toward his cock, and pushed his way in again.
Still half asleep, her pussy throbbing and sore, she wasn’t sure she could take any more of his desire. But he was gentle and loving, pumping his cock into her easily and without haste. He held her breasts, clutching her body against his, his chin on her shoulder, her hand wrapped backwards around him to encourage his thrusting. Instead of volleying for control, they made love slowly and tenderly, allowing their unarmored selves to enjoy the others strength and vulnerability. Minutes later, holding on to each other like they were the last two people on earth, they orgasmed together.
After resting quietly, she could hear his soft snoring turn into sedated breathing. Determined not to wake him, she silently slipped out from between his arms. She showered thoroughly, making sure to wash his residue and smell away from her body and hair, and then quietly dressed and gathered her things. She packed her suitcase making sure to not to take the panties. She left them on the bed reasoning that if he found them he could keep them, throw them away, whatever; she’d never wear them again anyway. She pulled her damp hair into a ponytail, put on her sunglasses and cross trainers, and slipped out the suite’s front door. She didn’t look back.
She caught a taxi just outside the hotel and headed to the airport, smiling in the back seat with candid satisfaction. Thinking about what an incredible night of fucking she just had, she pulled her phone from her purse and dialed home. “Hi, honey …Yep, just on my way to the airport….It was fine, tired though, these cross country meetings are killing me…” She hung up pleased that her husband didn’t press for details. She slouched in her seat and snoozed peacefully, replaying the night in her mind.
He woke to the sound of his phone ringing. He opened his eyes, scrambled from the bed to locate his pants, and saw ‘home’ blinking on the screen in front of him. He ignored the call and realizing where he was, scanned the room looking for her. As he sat on the floor rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he knew she was gone and smirked when he saw her panties. His mind was alert now and the night before came back in instant replay.